Tom: F
F Gm
She's coming over
Dm Bb
We'll go out walking
F Gm Dm Bb
and make a call on the way
F Gm
She's in the phone booth now
Dm Bb
I'm looking in
F Gm Dm Bb
There comes a smile on her face
F Gm Dm Bb
Still got some of the same stuff we got yesterday
F Gm Dm Bb
Still got some of the same stuff we got yesterday, yeah
I'm too much with myself
I want to be someone else
I'm too much with myself
I want to be someone else
I'm too much with myself
I want to be someone else
So we take off
at Fiona's door
Walkin' till its light outside
Like before when we were on the phone
We have to laugh to look at each other
We have to laugh because we're not alone
As the cars fly up King St.
It's enough to startle us
It's enough to startle us
I love my drug buddy
My drug, my drug buddy
I love my drug buddy
My drug, my drug buddy
